Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

A cool breeze blew by, and Dooku discovered sadly that they had been here for less than a minute, and he seemed to be the only one who could stay awake and fight.

Devil, their opponent is indeed a devil!

Let's go back half a minute.

Outside the construction site, the demon Ethan appeared behind a pile of sandbags. He crouched down and stretched out half of his head to peek at the movements of the black wizards on the construction site. He reached into his pocket with his left hand and took out a thumb-sized microphone. He put it to his mouth and began to act mysterious:

"Oh my god, are all of you Fire Snakes so cruel?"

Although the amplification spell can also achieve this kind of ghostly shouting, they will be able to discover the direction of the sound and then find your location.

Like now, I can speak through the magic microphone made by the Weasley twins, and then use the speakers buried around the construction site in advance to transmit the sound from different directions, so that they cannot detect the direction of the sound.

Coupled with the elusive behavior he had shown in front of them before, he was able to cause them to panic, and he was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The Weasley twins are the best at magic tricks!

If they were not fooled by his previous actions, then Ethan would have other unethical... ahem, ingenious ways to kill them... ah, treat them. However, due to limited space, I will not give detailed examples here.

(Author: Mainly because if I say a few more words, I will reach the 500-word charging threshold.)

After saying a few sarcastic words, Ethan casually chanted a spell and opened a horizontal portal in front of him. He reached his hand in and pulled it down suddenly, and a poor guy was pulled out of the portal.

Before he could react and scream, Ethan hit him with another physical Stunning Effect, which made him unable to wake up again in his life.

Looking at the barrage of curses flying all over the screen on the construction site... no, dark spells, Ethan smiled happily. He pointed the wand in his hand at Victor who was casting curses, and all the curses flew away, sending him to see Uncle Ben.

Dooku was the only one left on the field, spinning around all alone, guarding against the next attack that might come from nowhere. His fairly solid body now looked so thin, tragic, and helpless.

Ethan put the magic microphone back into his pocket, took a deep breath, adjusted his smile, stood up and stepped into a simple portal in front of him. After Ethan entered, the portal turned into a green smoke with white light, and slowly dissipated on the spot.

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Condolence time:

Chapter 209 Eat My Tarasque!

Accompanied by a flash of white smoke, Ethan reappeared not far in front of Dooku. He looked directly into Dooku's eyes and said calmly:

"I know you are watching my every move remotely through the Peeping Spell. Why don't you send two Servants to play with me now?"

"Haha, have you really been discovered? But don't worry, Mr. Ethan. The main course will be here soon, and I hope you can have a good time then."

Dooku's tongue moved uncontrollably, making sounds that did not belong to him.

"Oh, that sounds good. I'll wait."

Ethan sneered, stretched his right hand back, and clenched the dagger that was stabbing at his waist. Behind him, the black-skinned figure with a skull mask on his face suddenly paused, feeling the heart-pounding murderous aura coming from the prey in front of him.

Assassin didn't know when he had arrived at the battlefield, but he had been using aura blocking to conceal his presence. Just now, he judged that Ethan would be careless when facing only one enemy, so he hid behind Ethan and stabbed the poison blade in his hand into Ethan's lower back.

The dagger is coated with a deadly poison, so it doesn't need to stab the heart; just contact with flesh and blood will kill the person.

However, the seemingly simple aura blocking didn't seem to deceive Ethan's senses. Although he couldn't directly sense Assassin's presence, he could still detect the subtle changes in the surrounding environment, that is, he could feel that "something invisible and intangible ran behind me and wanted to do something bad to me."

"You want a sneak attack, right?"

Ethan's right hand tightly grasped Assassin's wrist holding the hilt, and with a twist of his force, he disarmed him. Then, with a force that a normal human being could never do, he threw Assassin from behind to in front of him, and then, in the eyes of Dooku fucking Voldemort, he lifted Assassin's arm and performed a Hulk ravaging Loki [Elysium ver.].mp4.

The scene became extremely rhythmic at one point.

After barely completing an inadequate warm-up exercise with Assassin, Ethan threw Assassin, who had already been thrown to the ground and was bleeding from all seven orifices, to the ground again, stomped on him, and directly crushed the spirit core in Assassin's body.

Assassin's body turned into a rain of light and slowly dissipated, leaving only a skull mask on the ground. Ethan bent down and picked up the dagger that Assassin had held in his hand. He kept tapping the ground with his left foot, recalling the feeling of crushing the spirit core just now.

Such a weak spiritual power is too weak even for Assassin.

"In other words, Assassin should be Hassan the Hundred Faces?" Ethan thought to himself as he played with the dagger in his hand.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces is the most special of all Hassans. His Noble Phantasm "Illusion of Delusion" can split his own existence and exist in the present world as multiple Heroic Spirits, up to 80 people, and each split individual has a different personality.

Because it is a split, no matter how many are added, the total amount of its ability remains unchanged. Just like Alanna's Spiritual Shadow, the more individuals exist at the same time, the lower the spiritual strength of a single individual. However, the inherent skill "Breath Block" will not be affected by this. If this can be used to the maximum extent, a very excellent intelligence organization can be formed.

However, unlike the Shadow Clone Technique, if the separated individual dies, the individual's spiritual base and the memories experienced separately will not be restored to the original body of Hassan the Hundred Faces, but will be directly destroyed. Therefore, if there is no means of communication, the information held cannot be shared, that is, using the clone to die to transmit information is not feasible.

So Ethan was relieved to tear the clone apart with all his strength, not afraid of his true combat power being leaked. Although Dooku still had a spell for spying, if there was only simple audio-visual information, his strength could not be accurately judged.

After all, Assassin was too weak, so it was reasonable that he could be killed by one hand, wasn't it?

However, he does not have the habit of broadcasting live to let others appreciate his figure remotely, especially when the camera is a greasy middle-aged man.

So Ethan pulled his collar and stretched his neck twice, then walked towards Dooku with a kind look, brandishing the knife in his hand.

"Don't come over here!"

No matter how much you hear from others, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes. Under such a strong visual impact, Dooku no longer had the thought of resisting Ethan. After regaining control of his body, he just retreated in vain, and at the same time, he made the sound of Bu Jingyun.

"Don't be afraid, the pain will only last for a moment."

A silver-white energy sword flew out from Ethan's shoulder and hit Dooku's forehead accurately, taking his life.

Dooku's body, which had lost its life support, fell limply to the side. Connor Dooku, a wanted criminal who had escaped from the pursuit of Aurors many times, was killed by Ethan in just a few words, as casually as tasting tea or drinking water.

"Okay, let's clean up the place first. Really, all I do is clean up my ass."

Ethan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a circle of white flames spread out from his side, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Regardless of whether they were lying, kneeling, or hanging, dead, blown to pieces, or still breathing, all the enemies were burned to ashes at a very fast speed under the burning flames, and even their bones turned into slag.

Before Ethan could catch his breath, he felt an extremely fierce aura approaching him at a very fast speed.

Miso miso miso miso!

Several daggers flew towards him from different directions, but were easily blocked by Ethan using the Armor Spell.

Another clone of Baimao appeared beside him, holding several short knives in his hand and throwing them at him. After the short knives in his hand were thrown into the air, he raised his huge arm that was disproportionate to his physique and greeted him.

"Eula!"

Ethan threw the dagger in his hand and blocked the flying knife again. Facing the fist that was bigger than his head, he also punched back. The two fists with huge differences in physique collided with each other, causing a huge shock wave, blowing away the sand under his feet.

This evenly matched confrontation lasted only a moment, and then the giant black arm broke into two parts from the middle of the forearm at a strange angle, apparently unable to bear the force and had broken.

Ethan then pushed off the ground again to send his body into the air, did a backflip and smashed his heel hard on Assassin's head, nailing him and his entire upper body directly into the sand beneath his feet.

Gozl of the Hundred Faces and Strange Arms could not get up again.

The appearance of multiple Assassins further confirmed Ethan's belief that Assassin was a hundred faces. However, the fierce aura he just felt was obviously not coming from the dead dog-like Assassin in front of him.

Could there be other servants?

Ethan suddenly felt an ominous pressure approaching him from above his head, and a blood-red word "danger" instantly appeared above his head. He looked up and saw a huge six-legged alligator turtle (?) falling at a very fast speed in the air, and in a flash it had reached the tip of his nose.

Seeing this, Ethan calmly raised his right fist upwards:

"Gas-consuming roots!"

It was so easy that even without using ancient magic to strengthen his muscles, Ethan easily lifted up the falling giant turtle with just one punch.

But it wasn't over yet. At the moment it stopped, another huge pressure came from the giant turtle, accompanied by a clear shout:

"Hallelujah!"

The familiar voice immediately confirmed the identity of the attacker. He loosened his right arm that was holding up the six-legged giant turtle, and then clenched his fists and punched upward at an extremely fast speed:

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

“Drink aaaaaaaa——!”

The continuous blows from the back and abdomen of the giant turtle made it freeze in the air two meters above the ground. However, as the most direct recipient of the force, the giant turtle, sandwiched between two different forces, would obviously not feel so good. Not to mention that Ethan was hitting the relatively soft plastron, and he had already slightly added some ancient magic energy to enhance his punching power. If this continued, it would only take a short time for his plastron to be cracked.

However, raising the waist and punching upwards is not a comfortable way of exerting force. Ethan soon realized that he could not just stay in this stalemate. So after a heavy blow with 120% of his strength, he retracted his fist and his body quickly turned into a stream of white light, escaping from the giant turtle's suppression range.

boom!

The giant turtle, which was originally in a state of force balance, fell heavily to the ground after losing the upward force. The height of the dust splashed was directly submerged its huge body.

On the turtle's back covered with thorns, a purple-haired girl, slightly taller than the captain, was shaking her sore hands and breathing heavily.

The fight just now, mediated by the Tarasque, was indeed a bit too much for a weak and helpless Rider with only B+ strength. Fortunately, the opponent got there first and couldn't hold on any longer. Otherwise, if the stalemate continued, not to mention the Tarasque that could be blown up at any time, her own momentum would also be gradually weakened, and she would probably be killed in a counterattack.

She dusted herself off, walked to the top of Tarasque's head, squatted down, gently stroked Tarasque's horns and forehead, and comforted him:

"Okay, Tarasque, you've worked really hard just now. But it's over now, and no one will hurt you anymore. Be a good boy, be a good boy."

"Awwww——"

The legendary evil dragon Tarasque, which has a lion's head, an ox's body, six bear feet, a thorny turtle shell and a scorpion's tail, is squinting his eyes and enjoying the girl's touch like a docile big dog. The muffled groans and the constantly shaking scorpion tail clearly reflect his happy mood at the moment.

After all, it had always been disciplined (poisoned) (beaten) by the big sister when it was alive, so this level of pain was no problem for it. Unless it could encounter a dragon slayer who could naturally defeat it, it would be difficult for it to lose its fighting power due to a simple beating, given its resistance to beatings.

That’s right, the evil dragon Tarasque maxed out his defense when he was alive because he was too afraid of pain.

"Ah~, it seems that I was not wrong, it turned out to be you."

"Who?" The frivolous male voice instantly made the purple-haired girl alert. She stood up and turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.

A young man in a leather jacket sat firmly on the scorpion tail of the Tarasque, and greeted her leisurely. Although the scorpion tail was shaking constantly, his butt was firmly stuck on it as if it was smeared with brotherly love, and there was no sign of slipping off.

Ethan jumped from the scorpion's tail to the thorny back of the Tarasque, gently bent down towards the purple-haired girl, and introduced himself in a very gentlemanly manner:

"My name is Ethan, and I am one of the Masters in this Holy Grail War. As you can see, I am not a big shot, just a fourth-year student passing by Hogwarts."

Ethan raised his head and grinned at the purple-haired girl:

"I guess the lovely and beautiful lady in front of me is Saint Martha, right?"

Should we say that it is a woman's nature to like being praised, even if it comes from an enemy? However, after hearing this, Martha's face still quickly flushed, cleared her throat, and nodded to acknowledge her identity:

"Yes, I am Martha."

She didn't know why, even though he was her enemy, she couldn't hate the boy in front of her. Or maybe it was because her Master was neurotic enough, so she found everyone else so pleasing to the eye.

Alas, if I had not been careless for a moment and the Master had ordered me with the Command Spell to obey her orders completely and not to hurt her, I would have punched her twice and escaped from there.

Maybe I could even run into this boy and make a contract with him.

Well, since he's an enemy, I'll just have to fight him. Beat him to the point where he has broken bones all over his body but his life is not in danger.

"Sure enough, you, as a Servant, are the only ones here, but your Master still refuses to show up." Ethan smacked his lips and frowned with a hint of difficulty.

But think about it, as the wedge for the Servant to manifest, the Master must first ensure his own safety. After all, if the Servant leaves, the Master will be fine, but as long as the Master dies, it will be difficult for the Servant to continue to manifest unless he makes a contract with another Master. This is also the strategic significance of the inherent skill "Act Alone" of the Archer Servant.

So generally speaking, as long as the strength is not so weak that the supply of magic power between them and their servants cannot be guaranteed if they move a little away, the Masters will not come to the front line to fight, but will stay as far away from the battlefield as possible to conduct remote commands, trying not to reveal their whereabouts.

It's rare to find someone as brave as Ethan or as stupid as old Rozier.

Chapter 210 Come on, big sister on the dragon’s back!

"I'm afraid I can't tell you where my Master is, but I have to say something to you, little brother. Where is your Servant? As a Master, you don't bring your Servant with you. No matter how strong you are, isn't this too arrogant?"

Martha smiled kindly, and reminded Ethan casually like a big sister next door with a wifely temperament. It was as if the two of them were not enemies in the Holy Grail War, but just neighbors who met by chance on the street and were casually exchanging pleasantries.

But if anyone thinks that she poses no threat to him and lets down his guard because of this, it only shows that this person's IQ is not very high.

"As for my Servant, I'm afraid I can't tell you anything. Maybe it's because my Servant and I have never had a very good relationship, or maybe we just had a falling out. Also, I'm not small, I'll scare you to death if I take it out."

Ethan and Martha were arguing with each other over random things while slowly circling around the Tarasque's back, looking for the right moment to attack.

Now that the Servant has appeared, the Master will not be too far away, and it is time for Alana and Xiao Mo to start taking action.

"Oh my god, such a big iron-shelled turtle fell down, fortunately the Master could hold it for a while."

On the rooftop of a residential building outside the construction site, Alanna and Xiao Mo, each wearing a freshly-made invisibility cloak, watched the show remotely while whispering about the operations of both parties.

Even if the Servant is in spirit form, it cannot completely conceal its whereabouts, and it will definitely leave some traces of magic. If you don't know the location of the other Master, it is better not to use such means that will expose your position.

So Xiao Mo did not choose to transform into a spirit, but wore an invisible cloak like Alanna. Ethan had cast several spells on this thing, which not only blocked optical perception but also blocked all magical fluctuations. However, since it was a hastily cast spell, it could not cover body temperature or whitewash touch, but it was enough for a battlefield between wizards.

"Ethan..."

Alana tightened her grip on the book. When the Tarasque fell, she almost couldn't help but attack. Fortunately, Xiao Mo was quick-witted and pressed her down with his agility A hand speed:

"Hold on, and stay calm. I understand how you feel, and I'm worried about the Master's safety, too. But if we rush out now, all of the Master's efforts so far will be in vain."

"I know..." Alana bit her lip tightly.

"Well, now we should do what the Master entrusted to us: find the dormant Master and kill him. As long as we get rid of the Master, the pressure on the Master will be much less."

After all, Xiao Mo was a soldier who had fought in the battlefield and understood the significance of sacrificing the chariot to save the king. In this situation, he was much more decisive than Alanna, who was just a student, and did not seem too fussy.

This made her look like a qualified Knight of the Round Table, completely different from the bad girl and foodie image she had during the day. She now had a sharp, steady sense of reliability.